A Fool's College Admission
I’ve always taken people literally.
When Dad told me to empty the basin, I asked where he wanted me to pour the water.
“On my head,” he snapped.
So I did.
When Mom told me to do the laundry, I asked whether I should add detergent.
She gave a cold laugh.
“Sure. Add caramel sauce.”
So I poured an entire bottle of caramel sauce into the washing machine.
Everyone said I was stupid.
But this “stupid” guy took first place in a nationwide academic competition.
I earned my school’s only direct-admission spot at one of the country’s top universities.
The day the results were announced, Lucas Hale, the school bully, ripped my application apart in front of the entire class.
“You can’t even understand sarcasm. Why should someone like you get direct admission?
“Last night, I saw you get out of a luxury SUV. Who knows what kind of deal you made with the woman inside?”
The whole classroom went quiet.
Then everyone started looking at me differently.
Lucas stood there with a self-righteous expression.
“I’m just speaking up for the rest of the class. Why should we work ourselves to death only to lose out to someone who got in through connections?”
I thought about it seriously.
Then I took out my phone and called my older sister.
“Claire, they said I got my admission spot by sleeping with someone. Is that true?”
A few seconds later, I held the phone out to Lucas, whose face had gone pale.
“My sister wants to know something.”
“What’s your name?”
“And your student ID number?”